After yesterday’s socializing, I really felt quite enthused and started thinking about what should be my next venture back into the ‘normal’ world. This morning, however, I was rather exhausted following a night of intermittent dreams and wakefulness. After taking a shower, and getting dressed, I needed 40 minutes to 1 hours rest (on my bed) before I could consider any further activity.
Come the afternoon, I went out with my beloved and managed a twenty minute brief brisk walk but, I have to admit that the last half of it was quite a struggle in terms of back and leg aches and general feeling of swimmy fatigue. A true sign of progress was the relatively swift recovery from this modest exertion.
At 5.00pm, my physiotherapist/acupuncturist arrived for a chat and to give me the needle. It’s strange how one can never predict quite what sensation will be emitted from the insertion channel. For all my initial scepticism, I never cease to be amazed by the difference these treatments have made to my pain levels. Whilst the treatment session is in progress, it always proves to be a time of amazing relaxation; nothing to do but watch my breathing as, for that period of time, I’m rather (in the words of my therapist) “pinned down”!
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
A Refreshing Change
Quite an eventful morning by my standards; whilst my beloved was taking a shower the doorbell rang so, I raised myself from the duvet realm and trundled down the stairs to receive a case of wine and, decided I may as well get up (and dressed) a bit earlier than has been the pattern of late. As the night had been quite a restless and discomforted one, I felt somewhat uncertain regarding the wisdom of this decision.
Mid-morning, stepped out with ma belle to confront the icy blast and, bumped into Paul, the vicar of St Marks (the church I used to attend before my health took a turn for the worse a couple of years back). As we ventured on down the road, decided to pop into ‘Open Church’, at St Marks, for a coffee and a warm welcome. It really was quite rewarding to meet up with old and new friends and, I hope to repeat the exercise in the not too distant future, physical and emotional stamina permitting. I might even attend the Thursday morning Communion, one of these days; I might be able to cope better with this, than the lengthier Sunday Services. I really have been missing the sense of fellowship during my prolonged sojourn in the incapacitated wilderness!
Mid-morning, stepped out with ma belle to confront the icy blast and, bumped into Paul, the vicar of St Marks (the church I used to attend before my health took a turn for the worse a couple of years back). As we ventured on down the road, decided to pop into ‘Open Church’, at St Marks, for a coffee and a warm welcome. It really was quite rewarding to meet up with old and new friends and, I hope to repeat the exercise in the not too distant future, physical and emotional stamina permitting. I might even attend the Thursday morning Communion, one of these days; I might be able to cope better with this, than the lengthier Sunday Services. I really have been missing the sense of fellowship during my prolonged sojourn in the incapacitated wilderness!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Brain Pattern
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 Your mind is an incubator for good ideas, it just takes a while for them to develop. But when you think of something, watch out! Your thoughts tend to be huge, and they come on quickly - like an explosion. You tend to be quiet around others, unless you're inspired by your next big idea. |
Only problem is, the ideas never get beyond the drawing board - even after the prolonged incubation period!
Crazy World
What a topsy-turvy world we’re living in; on the third anniversary of the Iraq War we have Dubya still proclaiming how much progress has been made, whilst Iyad Allawi, former interim PM, declares ‘Iraq in civil War’. Although some analysts regard Allawi’s remarks as political manoeuvring, I cannot help but sympathize with his remark, "If this is not civil war, then God knows what civil war is."
Elsewhere, we read of a situation in Iraq where “From a physician's viewpoint, liberation means rising infant mortality, critical shortages of medicines, terrorized doctors and the return of diseases once under control.”. It certainly puts some of our concerns about the NHS, here in the UK, into perspective.
In the UK we have a new church calling itself the Christian Council of Britain, “a group set up to represent Christian values and the Christian Heritage of the country”, which is facilitated by the BNP. It does seem strange that the BNP should use Hebrew Scriptures to support their racist ideology and, should wish to describe themselves as defenders of the values of Jesus the Jewish troublemaker. The Methodist Church has already spoken out against the CCOB.
Elsewhere, we read of a situation in Iraq where “From a physician's viewpoint, liberation means rising infant mortality, critical shortages of medicines, terrorized doctors and the return of diseases once under control.”. It certainly puts some of our concerns about the NHS, here in the UK, into perspective.
In the UK we have a new church calling itself the Christian Council of Britain, “a group set up to represent Christian values and the Christian Heritage of the country”, which is facilitated by the BNP. It does seem strange that the BNP should use Hebrew Scriptures to support their racist ideology and, should wish to describe themselves as defenders of the values of Jesus the Jewish troublemaker. The Methodist Church has already spoken out against the CCOB.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
And The Melody Lingers On
How history repeats itself. The names may change but it's the same old song.
Bring it On! � Blog Archive � If Hitler was a Jew, then Bush was a Democrat
Bring it On! � Blog Archive � If Hitler was a Jew, then Bush was a Democrat
Saturday, March 18, 2006
A Bit Of An Effort
After a slow start to the day, I managed a brief not so brisk walk with my beloved around mid-day. It’s quite remarkable how much energy seemed to be used up on a ten minute visit to the grocery shop, at the beginning of the walk, making the short stroll much more of an effort.
By mid-afternoon, my energy was sufficiently restored to enable me to spend an hour on preparations for tomorrow’s lunch, a spiced and herby moussaka variant. If the result is even half as splendid as the cooking aromas suggest I’ll be well and truly satisfied.
By mid-afternoon, my energy was sufficiently restored to enable me to spend an hour on preparations for tomorrow’s lunch, a spiced and herby moussaka variant. If the result is even half as splendid as the cooking aromas suggest I’ll be well and truly satisfied.
Friday, March 17, 2006
What's This
My current levels of concentration [see Progress On Hold and A Temporary Setback on Heterocon] are such that, it seems something of a miracle to even get this far in a posting. Only problem is, I’ve forgotten what I intended to post! Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
A Little Night Music
Bluesy, Jazzy, Ballsy, Tender … Alison Moyet is just an amazing chanteuse. Along with my beloved, I’ve just been watching, and listening to ‘One Blue Voice Live’. Apart from the incredible vocal stylings of Ms Moyet, the musical arrangements, presumably by Steve Corley (Musical Director & keyboards) were quite simply impeccable. A glass or two of ‘Willy Willy Shiraz, 2004’ provided an ideal accompaniment.
Despite the rather melancholy subtext to many of the songs, one couldn’t help but be uplifted by the overall performance.
Despite the rather melancholy subtext to many of the songs, one couldn’t help but be uplifted by the overall performance.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Counting the cost
Monday’s Curtain Call, not totally unexpectedly, took its toll; it’s only in the past half hour that I’ve started to feel remotely human once more. The frequency, with which such modest degrees of exertion have a disproportionate negative effect on my sense of well-being, proves intensely frustrating.
I have to admit, that a few weeks back I wouldn’t have even contemplated performing the task imposed by the inconsiderate behaviour of the old curtain track. My bold assumption is that normal progress, on the health front, will soon be resumed!
I have to admit, that a few weeks back I wouldn’t have even contemplated performing the task imposed by the inconsiderate behaviour of the old curtain track. My bold assumption is that normal progress, on the health front, will soon be resumed!
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